neck, then lower, his warm breath hardening my nipples. “You’re meant to be ours.” When he latches on to my breast, sucking then nibbling, I arch my back, allowing my long hair to trail down. Sean’s fingers trail lower, over my ass, grazing my taint through the fabric of my panties, making me buck against Logan’s already erect cock.
“Just because you called out to her first doesn’t mean you get to keep her all to yourself,” Gordon says impatiently.
“You’ve had your turn,” Sean says.
“So has Logan.”
“I think we need to serve our queen,” Donovan says. I turn to find that someone has moved the small square table to the side of the room and spread a large brown furry blanket on the floor.
“You think queens fuck on the floor of their den,” Logan sniggers.
“You think queens have dens,” Sean laughs.
“I think I like the idea of getting served.” Logan doesn’t object when I slide off his lap and stand before turning to survey them all. There’s a crackle of electricity as their eyes rake over my body that makes me feel powerful and desired. Two weeks ago, I was a totally different person. I struggled to feel confident about my body or my sexuality. Now, things couldn’t be more different. The blanket is soft under my feet and against my legs and back as I lower myself, laying and stretching my arms above my head.
My foster brothers crowd around me like a pride of hungry lions. “Take off her panties,” Gordon says, always the first with instructions. Sean moves to kneel between my legs, his fingers finding the sheer fabric and drawing them slowly down my legs. There’s a collective sigh again as he uses his big hands to part my thighs, opening my pussy to the whole room.
I didn’t know that having so many men looking at me there would feel almost as good as a physical touch, but it does. Seconds tick past as they feast on me with their eyes. Shirts are tugged away from toned bodies, and jeans dropped to the floor. As they uncover themselves, it’s me who gets the real visual feast. So many long thick cocks to gaze at and appreciate. So many athletic bodies to kick up my arousal.
I’m so lucky.
The thought practically sings through me, and they haven’t really touched me yet. How am I going to feel after, when they’ve all had their pleasure and worked to bring me mine?
Wrecked, probably. Somewhere between fantasy and reality in oblivion experienced only by a handful of women who choose this lifestyle and succeed in making it work. Danna knows. The glow on her cheeks tells me exactly how much.
Maybe I’ll have that glow tomorrow.
“Can we touch you, Maggie?”
“Yes,” I gasp as they all inch closer. I want to watch it but I can’t. It’s just too much for me to take in. Resting my arm across my face, I sink into the darkness behind my eyelids, waiting, and there is something blissful in it. I don’t have to worry about anything. They’re going to take care of it all. A finger slides between my legs as mouths latch onto my breasts. A ghost of a kiss grazes my lips, then another from a different angle as they alternate kissing me and touching me. Hands slide over my skin, and it’s like being surrounded by a multi-handed mythical creature created for human pleasure.
So much sensation travels from my skin to my brain that it feels as though little fireworks are going off inside my mind. My back arches, pushing my breasts up into the mouths and hands that are currently stimulating them. Between my legs, there’s a tongue lapping at my clit, and fingers from at least two hands are working their way inside my pussy. Oh God, it feels so good.
No wonder Danna knew in a week. How could I ever go back after this?
“She fucking loves it,” someone murmurs, and all around me builds a quiet rumble of excited laughter. It’s as though all their birthdays have come at once, and they can’t quite believe the sheer size of the gift they’ve received.
“Trey, get up here.” It’s Sean’s voice. I’m certain of that, and I’m flabbergasted that he’s actually letting his brother take his turn first. That’s what you call brotherly love.
Between my legs, I’m wet as a river, my heart pounding with anticipation of what’s going to come next. Rough hands smooth up my legs, Trey’s palms calloused from all